.₊꒰ 🪓 ꒱:⩩┆( 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙬𝙣 )⊹.*

𝐴𝐿𝑇𝐸𝑅𝑁𝐴𝑇𝐼𝑉𝐸 𝐸𝑁𝐷𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆

welcome to the alternative endings section!
this contains death scenes / more
for marlowe had she not lived ! enjoy :)

please keep in mind, these are not
in depth and fully written.
they are written as more of a summary!

╰┈➤ ✕ takes place during ch.5;
screams of the dead.

IF; mike fails to catch marlowe

⸝⸝ ʚ 🪓 ! ⌗ °• ━━━━━━━━━ 𝑱𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑨'𝑺 𝑺𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑴𝑺 𝑨𝑩𝑹𝑼𝑷𝑻𝑳𝒀 𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑫 𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑷𝑨𝑰𝑹 𝑾𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝑯𝑨𝑳𝑭𝑾𝑨𝒀 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝑼𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑳, 𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑨𝑺 𝑭𝑨𝑺𝑻 𝑨𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝒀 𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑺𝑰𝑩𝑳𝒀 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫 𝑻𝑶 𝑮𝑬𝑻 𝑻𝑶 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑷𝑶𝑶𝑹 𝑮𝑰𝑹𝑳. By the time they reached the end, they wished they had closed their eyes.

"NOOO! JESSICA!" Mike yelled and rushed toward the body on the metal platform. Marlowe covered her mouth and audibly gasped at the sight while she ran behind Mike to examine the blonde girls body.

There Jessica laid, her body covered in scratches with blood smeared across the white top she wore. The blood from her scalp had been a result of the shards of glass embedded into the skin, allowing the red liquid to entangle into her hair. The braids that had once been neat were now disheveled.

Mike covered his mouth as he yelled, progressively getting louder as Jessica's body did not move from its position. Marlowe was speechless as she stared at the poor state of the bloody girl. It couldn't be real. It just wasn't possible.

"Mike..." Jess coughed her eyes fluttering open, "Lo..."

Marlowe reached out to Jessica, with her feet planted on the platform. It shook violently before collapsing beneath her feet, taking Jessica and Marlowe down with it.

"Mike!"

Without enough time to register the collapsing elevator, Mike is unable to reach out in time. His hand briefly touches the girls arm as he watches her follow after the platform, her horrified face turning to darkness.

"Marlowe!"

The elevator raced ahead to hit the ground, but Marlowe King hit it far harder. She hardly had the chance to see Jessica passed out on the platform as the snap echoed through the enclosed mine.

Blood trickled down the metal and across Jessica's body as the bone stuck out from the skin. Marlowe's eyes rolled back, staying frozen open as an eerie silence filled the air.

The scene would leave Jessica with a gruesome thing to wake up to...

╰┈➤ ✕ takes place during ch.10/11;
a feeling of goodbye & edge of insanity.

IF: mike fails to get the gun on time

⸝⸝ ʚ 🪓 ! ⌗ °• ━━━━━━━━━ 𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑳𝑶𝑾𝑬 𝑭𝑬𝑳𝑳 𝑻𝑶 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑮𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫 𝑭𝑹𝑶𝑴 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑰𝑴𝑷𝑨𝑪𝑻 𝑨𝑺 𝑪𝑯𝑹𝑰𝑺 𝑹𝑨𝑵 𝑻𝑶 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑶𝑶𝑹 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑶𝑫𝑮𝑬. He began banging on it and Marlowe's vision started to clear up, and her ears stopped ringing. She could see the events unfold, even from a distance. Ashley stood at the lodge door, unwilling. "Ash! ASHLEY! Come on, you gotta let us in! This thing is right behind us!"

      The creature was gone from the side of the tree line, lashing through the snow toward the lodge door. Due to who he thought was his lover, Chris felt the creature's hands wrap around his skull. His thoughts, his wishes, his aspirations. Diminished within seconds. The blood soaked the steps and the snow. A cruel fate for someone so kind.

      Frozen, Marlowe watched his body fall down the staircase, the shotgun sliding down the slight hill in the icy conditions toward her. She could see the creature in full, with Ashley still standing in sight, now frightened as she faced away from the door. She truly wasn't sure who the real monster was.

      She broke free from her fear, grabbing on the shotgun without a clue how to use it, firing at will as the creature went for her next. Although already sat, still trying to clear her mind from the last blast Chris and shot out, her body hit the snow once more. But she refused to have the same fate.

      The creature hit a tree in the tree line, struggling to get up after the powerful blast. But only for a second.

      Marlowe's heart paced in her ribcage, and it almost hurt to be beating. With the gun in her dominant hand, Marlowe used her left to reach for the knob of the door, watching through the glass as Michael Munroe pushed Ashley to the side and came to her aid.

      She hardly felt it due to the adrenaline, and she wasn't sure as to what the creature had been aiming for. Her blood splattered across the glass of the door, coating and mixing with the blood from Chris' deceased body. Among that laid a small sliver cut off from her jacket, the ring of fabric wrapped around her detached hand. Her breathing increased before screaming while looking at her hand. Gone. Nothing remained from around the middle of her forearm and down. Just the fresh flesh and the exposed bone from the clean cut.

      It kicked inside of her, and she began desperately pulling on the door as Mike finally made it, unlocking the door. "MICHAEL!" Her screaming increased, feeling her body get yanked away from the staircase, causing her to drop the gun at the base. The thin and long, bony fingers wrapped around her, and she began thrashing around to prevent it as best as she could.

      Mike burst into the cold, watching, afraid as the creature he had not seen before curled its fingers around Marlowe's jaw, ready to pull. "MARLOWE! OH MY GOD!"

      "MICHAEL! GET THE FUCKING GUN!"

      Mike froze at the sight of the creature with its claws around the girl, leaving it far too late to be her salvation.

      Letting the crease in between Marlowe's lips expand to her ears, the flesh of her mouth tore as the Wendigo slowly, but powerfully, pulled. She let one final scream echo from tree to tree in the treeline as her eyes remained on Mike. His face twisted and he looked away for a brief moment, only returning his gaze as the sound of tearing flesh ceased.

      Marlowe's tongue stuck out as her body fell on its side to lay beside the detached jaw, coating the snow in blood.

      With the creature rushing to make its way to Mike, he ran inside and stood at the door. One last look at the woman he had loved since they were children before she was dragged through the tree line, lifeless in the hands of the Wendigo.

╰┈➤ ✕ takes place during ch.13;
feast for the beast.

IF: mike does not give marlowe the
machete in chapter 12 and
chooses not to shoot

⸝⸝ ʚ 🪓 ! ⌗ °• ━━━━━━━━━ 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮, 𝑴𝑰𝑲𝑬 𝑮𝑹𝑰𝑷𝑷𝑬𝑫 𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑳𝑶𝑾𝑬'𝑺 𝑳𝑬𝑭𝑻 𝑼𝑷𝑷𝑬𝑹 𝑨𝑹𝑴, 𝑷𝑼𝑳𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑶 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑭𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑹 𝑩𝑬𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑫 𝑨 𝑩𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑯 𝑨𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑳𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑴 𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑷𝑻 𝑭𝑹𝑶𝑴 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑶 𝑨 𝑵𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑩𝒀 𝑻𝑨𝑩𝑳𝑬, 𝑺𝑰𝑴𝑰𝑳𝑨𝑹 𝑻𝑶 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝒀 𝑾𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝑯𝑰𝑫𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑩𝑬𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑫.
Its face was almost mummified, a deep slash cut through the center of its face. Weary, Mike had his gun loaded and ready, peering over the wooden barricade.

"Don't move," Marlowe whispered, pulling Mike back down beside her as the Wendigo glanced their way. She remembered the words of the man moments before his death.

Leaping from one table to another, the creature shook the bench, causing a bottle from above to roll against the wood before dropping down the edge. Mike extended his free hand, catching it before it smashed and gently placed it upright on the ground.

He looked over at her and nodded to the other bench. Understanding the plan, Marlowe nodded. He crawled over and watched the creature for a few moments before motioning for the girl to come across.

She peaked over the bench before beginning to crawl. Her knee bumped into something on the floor, knocking it over and causing it to smash. The bottle.

"Shit."

A screech. Followed by the creature leaping onto the bench she was behind. Mike angled the gun as the Wendigo grabbed a hold of her body and pinned her to the floor. If he shot, he'd shoot Marlowe, too.

As Marlowe looks the creature in its clouded grey eyes, Mike looks toward his belt loop to see the machete he had forgotten to give her.

With its thin fingers wrapping around her small neck, her body hit the ground twice as it picked her up and threw her back down. Delivering a final blow, the claws cut deep through the flesh of her neck, leaving the blood to coat Mike as he hid behind the table with the shotgun in hand, unsure of what to do.

He was horrified as the creatures claws found her hairline, digging between the bone and the skin before pulling her face as though it was nothing but a mask. Her skull was exposed to the dusty air; the blood remaining over the bone.

Even as her head fell to the side, she still looked over at Mike Munroe.

╰┈➤ ✕  takes place during ch.14;
devastation lodge.

⸝⸝ ʚ 🪓 ! ⌗ °• ━━━━━━━━━ 𝑺𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑨𝑾𝑨𝒀 𝑭𝑹𝑶𝑴 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑹𝑬 𝑹𝑶𝑶𝑴, 𝑺𝑯𝑬 𝑭𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑶𝑾𝑬𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑹𝒀𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑰𝑳 𝑶𝑭 𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑶𝑼𝑺 𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑼𝑵𝑬𝑺. Marlowe was panting as she skipped over a few steps, lengthening her running stride. Adrenaline kicked in as she rouded the top of the staircase, coming to a halt as she looked up at the centerpiece that hung from the ceiling and loomed over the living room.

      The Wendigo hung from it, crawling from one side to the other as it observed through the sound and movement of everything nearby.

      "Don't move... Don't fucking move a muscle." Mike whispered to the girl. When he looked around, he noticed they were missing one. "Where's Ash?"

      "They got her..." Marlowe didn't stutter in her lie. Technically, it was not a lie. The thing did get her.

      While the remaining four did not move, the creatures she had locked behind the door scaled the side of the walls before joining the one hanging from the centerpiece. Marlowe glanced up once more, looking at the Wendigo that was high up, taking notice of the butterfly on the bicep. Hannah.

      Was it an it? Or was she a she? Marlowe was not sure what to call it. But she knew it wasn't the Hannah that she had known.

      A loud thud shook the floorboards as Hannah in the consumed form of a Wendigo joined the others, challenging one of the Wendigos that Marlowe could have sworn that she had seen back at The Sanatorium. Lunging at one another, the Wendigo with the butterfly tattoo smashed the other creature into the staircase. Over and over until it grew tired and threw it across the lodge, breaking an exposed gas pipe.

      All three glanced toward the active gas that leaked into the room, a small stream of air just barely visible. Their eyes moved to the lightbulb, and around to the light switch located by the lodge's door. Marlowe craned her neck over her shoulder to look at Mike, nodding her head in the direction of the light bulb. They all knew the plan.

      Whilst Mike began his careful footing, the Wendigos preoccupied themselves in attacking one another. Their teeth grazed the armored skin and the scene only lasted for mere moments as the consumed Hannah took the Wendigos head in its hands, its razor sharp and thin claws tearing it clean from the body.

      Marlowe flinched. All she could picture was the similar fate of Chris.

      Stepping back, Sam's feet grazed one of the many creaky floorboards, catching the Wendigos attention and luring it toward her and Marlowe. Still and silent they remained. Hannah's disfigured and unrecognisable body looked at them, its clouded eyes unable to see them due to the lack of movement.

      The attention was quickly diverted, however, as Mike took the glass bulb in his hands and allowed himself to bleed as it shattered.

      As the creature headed toward the sound, leaping onto the railing of the staircase and toward Mike, Sam took it upon herself to impulsively survive.

      Running towards the light switch, Sam left Marlowe, Mike and Emily in the lodge to burn. Her finger flipped the switch as the Wendigos chased after her due to their vision detecting the movement. Marlowe screamed when the fire burnt several layers of her skin, eyelashes and hair included.

      Killed instantly, the other three that had been so close to survival collapsed to the floor, face into the wood as they burned.

      Leaving Sam as the sole survivor.

╰┈➤ ✕  takes place during ch.14;
devastation lodge.

⸝⸝ ʚ 🪓 ! ⌗ °• ━━━━━━━━━ 𝑺𝑨𝑴'𝑺 𝑭𝑬𝑬𝑻 𝑮𝑹𝑨𝒁𝑬𝑫 𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑵𝒀 𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑲𝒀 𝑭𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑹𝑩𝑶𝑨𝑹𝑫𝑺, 𝑪𝑨𝑻𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑰𝑮𝑶𝑺 𝑨𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑳𝑼𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑰𝑻 𝑻𝑶𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑫 𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑴𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑶𝑾𝑬. Still and silent they remained. Hannah's disfigured and unrecognisable body looked at them, its clouded eyes unable to see them due to the lack of movement.

      The attention was quickly diverted, however, as Mike took the glass bulb into his hands and allowed himself to bleed as it shattered.

      Marlowe's lips parted, preparing to shout at the creature to get its attention away from Mike, but Sam shook her head, mouthing the words 'he'll be alright' to her. But as the creature got closer and the girl stood in her place to watch in horror, Mike Munroe was certainly not alright.

      Gripping the man by the face, its nails dug into his skin whilst the other arm swiped along his stomach, revealing his internal organs. Mike screamed as his head hit the wall, his blood coating the floor and the wall of the Washington's lodge.

      "MIKE!" Marlowe screamed, allowing Mike to be loosened from the grip the pale and thin fingers had on his face. "Shit."

      Face to face with the creature, she looked Hannah Washington in the eyes as it took her face in its claws. For the past few hours, death had been far too easy on her and given her the opportunity. An opportunity wasted in the following moments.

      The pale arm piercing through Marlowe's stomach only hurt for a moment as the blood choked up through her throat. Her body hit the wooden pillar opposite where Mike was bleeding out. Tears stung her eyes as she bit her tongue, threatening to scream as the blood filled her throat.

      Upon seeing the scene, Emily Davis rushed out of the lodge, refusing to look behind her.

      Sam had the same idea. Stepping on one of the creaking floorboards before begginging her sprint, the blonde gave one last look at the pair she was leaving behind. But, as she faced toward the lodges door, rows of sharp teeth greeted her, along with the clouded eyes that had been watching her every move.

      The chance to scream from fear was not granted. Hannah Washington screeched and ensured the death was quick, one hand on Sam's body, and the other on her head as it ripped clean off — leaving a bloody mess.

      "Marlowe..."

      The girl couldn't move, but she felt Mike's hand on hers as he crawled to get close to her. He nodded, and she closed her eyes — the two of them knowing exactly what their fate was to be.

      He struggled to pull the lighter from his back pocket, but when he did, he wasted no time igniting the flame — sending the lodge to be burnt to ash, along with the remains of the woman he loved, Sam and the Wendigo.

      Emily stood in the snow, alone, watching as the flames lit the sky.

╰┈➤ ✕  takes place during ch.1;
return to blackwood mountain.

⸝⸝ ʚ 🪓 ! ⌗ °• ━━━━━━━━━ 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑯𝑬𝑴𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑳𝑶𝑾𝑬 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮'𝑺 𝑭𝑳𝑨𝑹𝑬𝑫 𝑱𝑬𝑨𝑵𝑺 𝑫𝑹𝑨𝑮𝑮𝑬𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯 𝑨 𝑳𝑨𝑹𝑮𝑬, 𝑹𝑨𝑰𝑵 𝑭𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑫 𝑷𝑼𝑫𝑫𝑳𝑬 𝑨𝑺 𝑺𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑬𝑭𝑼𝑳𝑳𝒀 𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑷𝑷𝑬𝑫 𝑶𝑭𝑭 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑽𝑬𝑳 𝑩𝑼𝑺. She stood there for a moment while the driver waited for her. But as her eyes darted across the view, seeing the mountains behind the treeline, she found herself unable to step forward.

However, she took a step back toward the bus before fulling turning. "Sorry, uh, change of plans."

She paid for the next ride as she sat back down in the comfort of the seat she had taken to the mountain.

Watching through the glass as she left the very gathering she told herself she would go to for the sake of Josh Washington, Marlowe King would have no idea of the horrors she had just avoided by one simple action.

Boom. Butterfly effect.